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  • Shine

    When I die
    don’t let it be in cold blood.
    Don’t let it be in vain.
    Don’t let anyone scream

    my name when they hear the news.
    Don’t let my funeral be
    without good happiness.
    Don’t let my thoughts be worthless.

    Don’t let the silent pictures
    of my life fade away.
    Don’t let the noise of my voice
    burn from memory.

    Don’t let my legacy die.
    Don’t let me die.
    Don’t let the crows in the sky
    stop when I die.

    Don’t let the flow
    of my favorite city streets halt.
    Don’t let the ones I love be
    ignorant of the things I’ve felt.

    Don’t let the strokes
    of a guitar make you cry
    when you think of me.
    Don’t let the battles I’ve fought

    be without victory.
    Don’t let the times where I was sad
    overwrite what was happy.
    Don’t let the finality of this

    leave you yearning. Don’t let
    the supernovas among the stars be too much.
    Don’t let the asterisks
    at the bottoms of pages

    in your story make you miss too much.
    Don’t let the definitions
    of the words I’ve made
    be rewritten by others.

    Don’t let the ink of death
    stain the paper of life. Don’t let
    the last word be weak.
    When I die don’t drop

    to your knees and sink to the ground.
    Listen to melancholy songs
    and talk to me like I’m still around.
    Remember me like I was never gone

    and enjoy the memories. I’d say
    I’ll soon be gone but you know
    I’ll never leave.
    When I die I want you

    to think of autumn because
    I loved it so much.
    I want you to miss me
    as I was and will always be.

    I want you to think
    so I can be back again.
    Alive in the memories, promise
    you’ll think of me.

    Don’t let my silent pictures
    in dusty reels lie.
    Don’t let my asterisk
    cease to shine.

Year One and Before

for poems from August 2015 and before. A bulk of my angstier, developing content. It’s a nice little time trip.



Year Two

for things written from September 2015 to August of 2016. This one encompasses what could possibly be described as my last truly carefree days.



Year Three

for things coming out of September 2016 to July 2017. Another breakup, some strange figures from years past, some more connections.


Year Four

for poetry that started in August of 2017. Old blood being drawn left and right. New relationships. Other fun things, for sure.



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